Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Fear,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.